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Bridget - The Story of a Trained Slave
by Lewis Chappelle
with assistance from “Alli”
Chapter One - Parts 1 - 5
Part # 1
Bridget could not remember much about her early life. She did know a little about her former master and mistress, an older German couple, who got her from her parents before she even started her first menstrual period. The couple trained her to be a good slave but, had done nothing to educate the young girl, who was now practically illiterate. She did not have aspirations or expectations, as her quality of life was meager to begin with -- practically an after thought, if a thought was even given to that idealistic concept.
At first, Bridget was only required to perform domestic tasks. As she grew older, she was trained to give pleasure to both men and women. Her lessons were not given as instruction for correct actions, but as punishments for imperfection. She learned quickly how to please her new Master and Mistress. She also developed great tolerance for, and even enjoyed, the attention she received when being punished.
When Bridget began to develop as a young girl, her Master, who had headed up medical experimentations, began giving her injections directly into her budding nipples. The pain of these injections was excruciating, and she cried bitter tears when she received them. Her tits, already sore from their beginning growth, would ache and swell for hours after the injections; and while the injection site swelling would go down, her tits kept getting bigger and bigger, injection after injection.
Most of the people who saw Bridget agreed that her tits were huge, and not unlike Dolly Parton’s -- they sat high on her chest, were perfectly round, symmetrically perfect, full, and just a tad smaller than a soccer ball, at close to 26 inches in diameter. Certainly, no normal bra would fit her. She never had enhancement surgery, per se.
Bridget's master often would rub her clit or fuck her after he gave her the injections, and she would cum as her tits ached and throbbed. It soon became sexually exciting to her to have the injections, as it heightened her endorphin level and intensified her erotic pleasure.
When Bridget was about 18 years old, her Master took her to a dentist friend of his for a radical surgical procedure - he want all of her teeth remove. The idea was that without any teeth the girl could take a cock of almost any size into her mouth easily and that without teeth the girl could more easily get the cock down her throat for the most blessed blow job possible.
After her gums healed, the old dentist fitted Bridget with a perfect set of dentures. No one could tell they were natural. In fact, she actually had a better smile and greater confidence in herself in no time at all. And, she did take satisfaction in giving great head.
Master Adam, her new master, had been lucky enough to find Bridget when her first master and mistress were looking for a place for her, as their age had progressed past the point of keeping a full-time slave girl. Adam knew full well that he had brought Bridget into the US illegally.
In broken English, Bridget was able to convey the fact that she didn’t know how old she was, where she was born, or even how she got to America. Bridget had no idea what liquid was in the vials which were injected into her tits. Master Adam had no idea what the old man had injected in her either, so he did not continue the injection regime.
Bridget made it known that she had been forced to always wear four inch heels and tight, boned, corsets when she was younger. She was flattered when others told her she had great legs, as she was well toned, and had an hour-glass figure to be proud of.
Adam was captivated by his well-trained slave, and had high hopes for improving her education. His travel schedule kept him from devoting the time he wished he could to her schooling, improving her English, teaching her the basics of geography, reading, writing, and arithmetic.
Adam really enjoyed having Bridget to service him. She was quite the expert and wanted to please her new master in any way he demanded of her. He loved the way he could amuse himself with her tits for what seemed like hours, only to have her beg for more. He bound them a dozen different ways, covered them in hot wax, and clamped them. He made sure to let her cum while he whipped, bound or clamped her tits.
Apart from his erotic pleasures with Bridget, Adam did eventually develop a plan for her further instruction.
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Part # 2
Adam gave Bridget a room next to his own. Her room was tasteful and feminine, with plenty of cosmetics and beauty products for her to play with. It was another new experience for Bridget, and she liked it.
Bridget loved having Adam put her in bondage and whip her tits and ass with his handy riding crop. She would cup her stinging tits and press them together so Adam could rub his cock between them until he shot his cum directly into her face. They were both happy with their new arrangement.
One evening, after Bridget returned from a typical tit-amusement session with Adam, he told her to shower and come to his room. As usual, Bridget’s only attire were her high-heels, so she especially enjoyed the lotions, powders and perfumes, doing her hair, and applying make-up before going to see him.
Bridget's slave training had been impeccable. She entered Adam’s suite, and knelt, knees wide, hands behind her back, waiting. When Adam finally acknowledged her, inviting her to his feet, she was a like a happy puppy, wiggling her way to him, huge tits bouncing. She reverently kissed his feet, showing her deference to him as she had been taught.
Adam looked down to the lovely slave, felt the stir of his cock as he admired the marks and bruises on her tits and ass. He reached down to stroke her head, and then, gently lifted her chin. Behind the veiled blank look, he was sure he saw intelligence. Bridget smiled at him brightly.
"Bridget," Adam spoke softly. Bridget automatically said "Yes, Sir?"
Adam began again. "Bridget, I have plans for you. I'm going to teach you things you should have learned long ago."
Bridget looked puzzled, but smiled and said again, "Yes, Sir?"
Adam sighed. He released her chin. Again he spoke. "Bridget, you are going to learn to read, and write. You are going to learn how to work with numbers. And you are going to learn to speak clearly in English."
He shook his head. "It isn't going to be easy, Bridget, but, you will learn. You will be punished when you don't get things right, and you will be rewarded when you do them correctly. You will earn the privilege to stay in your room close to me. You will earn the cosmetics and products in your room. If you do not perform as required, you will be treated as a child and punished with the whip until you improve. Do you understand, Bridget?"
Bridget blinked a couple times, and then slowly said, "Yes, Sir?"
Adam sighed and shook his head. "You will understand, Bridget. You start your education tomorrow." He rose, and took her hand, and lead her back to her room.
"Tomorrow, Bridget, you will wear clothes."
Adam opened the closet, hanging there were several short school uniform skirts in plaid, and white blouses, tailored to fit her huge tits, all pressed and ready to wear. On the shoe rack, there was a pair of black mary-janes, with a little heel. There were several pairs of ankle socks, with lace trim. There were no bras or panties.
Adam continued speaking. "Your teacher will be here tomorrow, and you will need to take your school bag with you." He pointed to a little book bag on the floor. There were tablets of wide-lined paper, large pencils, and crayons in the bag.
Bridget felt a little overwhelmed by it all - you could see it in her face. She had seen other children walk to school, as she did her domestic chores for her first Master and Mistress. She knew they were doing something special, and she knew she was unable to do the same things that they did, such as read, and write. Her first Master and Mistress told her she did things they didn't do, because she had such large tits. Bridget wasn't quite sure why, but for the first time in her life, she felt self-conscious about not knowing things other people knew.
Adam told Bridget to brush her teeth and hair, and go to bed so she would be ready for the next day, and then left her to her thoughts, perplexity still evident on her face.
Adam then went to the basement of his mansion to make sure everything was ready for the next day. Seven leather whips of different sizes and shapes hung from hooks by the chalk board, the dunces hat sat on the stool in the corner. Her small desk, obviously made for a child, sat directly in front of the teacher's desk.
Finally, Adam made a call to Bridget's new 'teacher,' a perfectly delightful, bi-sexual, former nun, with a domineering turn of mind; He confirmed that everything was ready for the education of Bridget, and that Sister Sadie would be there in the morning.
Tomorrow, for Bridget, was going to open up a whole new world.
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Part # 3
Sister Sadie, and several other nuns in the area, had been defrocked several years earlier for behavior unbecoming a nun. The defrocking did not deter her, or her lover, Father Flagg, from continuing their kinky ‘ministry’ to a flock of like minded worshipers. As a young priest, the good Father had met Master Adam. Flagg had since gained Adam’s support as the principal benefactor of his informal and, completely unsanctioned, organization.
Adam often invited Flagg and Sadie to his mansion to hold ‘services’ which included hearing the confessions of the staff, and dispensing the penance and ‘absolution’ he deemed appropriate. After each visit, both Sadie and Flagg would leave the mansion well satisfied sexually.
When they saw Bridget, they couldn’t wait to get their hands on her.
Sadie arrived on her first day of lessons for Bridget wearing a modified habit. While her hair was covered, the rest of the outfit was, to say the least, provocative.
Adam had determined that the object of Sadie’s initial lessons was to reduce, and eventually eliminate, Bridget’s heavy German accent. Arithmetic, reading, spelling, geography, and the rest, could wait. Since he was going out of the country on another extended business trip, he would leave Flagg and Sadie in charge of his property and the running of the mansion. When he returned, he wanted to see results.
At first, Sadie was not averse to slapping Bridget across the mouth for mispronouncing her words in English. Her slaps were more harsh as the day progressed. Bridget was trying hard to master the sounds Sadie was requiring of her, and at the same time she was being turned on by the punishment coming from a woman who reminded her of her former Mistress, who was wearing such a skimpy outfit.
In the afternoon, exasperated with Bridget’s slow pace of learning, Sadie pulled Bridget over her smooth legs, raised her school girl dress, and spanked her roughly. That spanking led to bare assed paddlings and by the end of the day the paddlings led to harsh naked whippings.
After dinner, Bridget’s attention began to wander even more than it had earlier. Sadie enlisted Father Flagg to help her bind Bridget’s tits and to pull her upright by them onto her toes while she blistered her ass with a heavy horse whip. When she was finished, Bridget’s tits were deep blue, her ass was crimson, and Bridget was screaming in pain.
While Bridget would not be able to sit down for days, she was a more serious student. Lessons in proper English diction were followed by lessons in sentence structure, inflections, grammar, syntax, and vocabulary. As the weeks passed and, the day approached for Adam to return, Bridget was ready to meet the challenge.
Sadie felt like a female Professor Higgins teaching a backward Eliza Doolittle in “My Fair Lady”. In actuality, Sadie had greater success than Higgins, because she was able to transform Bridget from speaking broken English with a German accent, to a charmingly well-spoken girl with a flat mid-western American accent in less then two months. Her ass was striped almost raw, but her Master was delighted at her progress.
Adam would resume Bridget’s lessons with Sadie after a well deserved Summer break.
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Part # 4
Ever the creative ‘artist’, Adam, with the help of a noted fashion designer, worked on a sketch for a very expensive leather outfit which would be constructed specifically for Bridget. He told her it was a gift from him for the progress she had made in learning her lessons.
The center piece of the outfit was to be the ’container’ for her large tits. It could not properly be called a bra because of its design and erotic features. The cups, were to be made of soft, two-ply, leather. The centers of the cups were to be cut out to perfectly accommodate her areole and nipples.
Between the layers of leather, Adam wanted each cup to include over fifty, permanently affixed, sharp pieces of surgical steel which would bite into her tits from the inside. These pointy pieces of steel would only come through the leather about a thirty second of an inch, but they would prick her.
Around the perimeter of each cup, Adam wanted five short strips of leather that could be pulled in sequence and held with black Velcro to tighten the cups against Bridget’s sensitive, and well fleshed out tits.
He designed a boned-waist cincher which pulled Bridget’s mid-section from a normal 27 inch measurement to a 22 inch measurement. At five foot eight, when Bridget was in heels and encased in the ‘tit container’ and cincher, she reminded Adam for all the world like a sexy “Barbie” doll. He never got tired of watching her strut her stuff for him.
The helmet, with insert patches to provide a blindfold and a gag that he designed for her, was a masterpieces of art. The stiff, wide neck collar was wonderfully made as well, and kept her head up and looking to the front. It had D rings with which to keep Bridget tethered to either a leash or a thin pull-along rod. He also designed soft leather leggings and above-the-elbow leather gloves for his doll. But, the inflatable and vibrating dildo and butt plugs were Bridget’s favorite part of her new outfit.
Bridget did look stunning in the finished product, and she knew that Master Adam had done it for her.
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Part # 5
When Bridget’s second semester of learning with Sister Sadie began, Master Adam directed that emphasis be paid to increasing Bridget’s vocabulary. He wanted particular attention to be paid to the use of the English language as it is used within the Master/slave relationship. He reasoned that if Bridget didn’t have a broader vocabulary and a greater appreciation for the nuances of the English language, that she wouldn’t have the tools to think like a proper slave girl.
Sister Sadie had gotten great results with her regimen of punishment and pleasure when teaching Bridget how to speak English without an accent. Now, she was to use that same technique to giving Bridget the linguistic tools to think and act as a piece of equipment for sexual service, and as a person who knew and accepted her role as a slave girl - an owned object, unworthy of preferences and without any rights other than those conveyed to her by her master.
Each day, Sadie would bring a new word to Bridget; verbs like submit, control, comply, obey, and respect, adjectives like deferential, respectful, polite, courteous, and refined. Sadie would dwell on each word for an entire lesson and then require Bridget, for homework, to use the word of the day in 4 different sentences. Demerits would pile up for misuse and lashes would be given after each 10 demerits.
Sadie eventually had to impart the concept of the noun “property,” owned property, to Bridget.
“Does your Master own a car?” she asked Bridget. “Does he own his bed? Does he own his refrigerator, Bridget? Can he do whatever he wants with his car, his bed, and his refrigerator?”
“Yes, Sister, he owns them, and he can do what he wants with all of them, I guess. Yes, they are his and he can do anything he wants with them. Yes!” she finally answered directly.
“Do you know you are your Master’s property, Bridget? And, that he can do anything he wants with you?”
“Sister, yes, Master did pay for me and that makes me his property. He can use me as he wants to, I guess. Yes!”
“Can he sell you to someone else if he wants to, Bridget?”
“Yes, Sister, he is my Master, and he could sell me if he wanted to.”
“Good, Bridget. I think you have an idea of how you fit in around here don’t you, now? You are only a piece of property.
“If someone asked you if you liked a piece of nice juicy steak, what would you tell them, Bridget?”
“Oh, Sister, I would tell them that I love steak,” she said.
That answer got Bridget 25 lashes with the whip while she was spread facing the classroom wall.
“No, you stupid bitch!. You are like a piece of furniture around here. A sofa can’t like or dislike anything. A refrigerator can’t like or dislike what is in it and, a car can’t have opinion about where it’s owner drives it or what kind of gas he puts in the gas tank. You have no right to an opinion on anything. You can have no preferences as to what you are given to eat or with whom you suck off, or fuck. Do you understand, you stupid bitch?”
“I am so sorry, Sister. I do understand what it means to be an owned slave girl. I will not make that mistake again, I promise you,” she said quaking from the intense whipping.
Sadie would test Bridget on this important learning point frequently to see if she had absorbed the concept being made. She even asked her if she thought her Master could kill her if he wanted to, for no reason at all. Bridget didn’t hesitate. She know that her Master was the final authority of life and death for her and she was at ease with that realization.
After she had completed her homework that night, she said to Adam, “Master, I know I am your property, Sir and that you can use me any way you want and you could even kill me if you wanted to, but would you ever kill, me Sir?”
“Has your teacher taught you the word ‘impertinent’ yet slave girl?” he asked her.
“No Sir, I’ve never heard that word before, but I want to know what it means, Sir. Would you tell me, Sir?”
“It means disrespectful and impolite, Bridget. I’m sure you didn’t mean to be impolite to me but I want you to discuss that word with Sister Sadie tomorrow. For now, let me say, that I would not kill you. Do you know why, slave girl?”
“No master, I don’t know why you wouldn’t kill me if I got to be a burden for you, Sir.”
“Bridget, the reason I won’t kill you is because I love having you around here. I love the way you tolerate my punishments and humiliation. I’ve grown very fond of you, in fact, I’d say I’ve grown to love you. Do you know what that means, you big titted, beautiful slave girl?”
“Yes, Master. I know what love is. Sister Sadie taught me that word and I know that feeling two people can have for each other. If you permit me, Master, I want you to let me love you back.”
“I believe you do know what love is. And, I’m touched by your statement that you love me. Yes, you can love me, Bridget. But, you will always be my slave until the time I decide to sell you to a band of roving cattle rustlers, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir! I am your property and you love this piece of property for who I am not for what I will do for you. Isn’t that right, Sir?”
“Slave girl, I couldn’t have said it better, now kneel down, get your ass high, press those luscious tits into the carpet so I can fuck you. Now, move!”
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The End of Chapter One
Note # 1: I would appreciate comments regarding this work, or on any male-dominant/female-submissive related subject matter, sent to biggreek100@aol.com.
Note # 2: The author claims copyright protection for the work published above, and any derivative work, under the provisions of the Berne Convention as signed by the USA in 1989. LC
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